Murry-Webbler's Unabridgafied Wordianary of His Majesty's English defines a blog as 'a gentle and persistant rustling through the untouched saplings of yore'. Honestly, I regret the purchase, but what can you do?
Anyone who saw the show last night might have seen something slightly 'out of the ordinary', something that does not generally happen and is testament to a raw, nigh untapped power: Me delivering a wicked scissor-kick to the bass DI. Now, what this magical box does, or rather ought to do, is to take the signal coming from the bass guitar and sunder it in twain so that some noise goes into the amplifier, and some noise goes out the front speakers so the audience can enjoy the sweet, sweet low-ness. However, what this particular DI did was take the sound and
not deliver it to the amplifier and
not deliver it to the front speakers. It did crackle and buzz enthusiastically though, so at least it was making a contribution.
Now, those who know me know that my position on gear has always been that
it should work. I never knew that a punitive system would be required to enforce this one simple rule, but there you go. So to Jason, I must make the following statement: "Sorry for making the DI work even less." To the bass DI I say only this: "Watch your god-damned back, because I have an entire dump-truck packed to the brim with more wicked scissor-kicks, judo-chops and heart-punches, and I am prepared to share. I am prepared to share
liberally."
Gentlemen, ladies. Here is the thing: I am going to crack myself open on a nearby stove and spill the delicious yolk all over the Internet. Why? Is it because I think I am fantastically interesting? Well I do, but that's not the reason. The reason is this: If allowing people to get to know 'this guy' is roughly equivalent to even a small jump in merchandise/CD/ticket sales, then I will facilitate this for you. If telling you that I got angry and had a daydream about headbutting an old man for taking too long at a local checkout will cause even one more person to stroll on over to a compact disc repository and purchase a Quinzy album, then I will tell you that.
This forum will be a mixture of Real Things, Almost-Real Things and Imaginary Things. It is up to you, the faithful reader, to interpret which is which.
Blog #1:
I dreamt about headbutting an old man for taking too long at a local checkout.
Have a wonderful day!
